For Mothers of Boys – and Young Brides


I am a mother of three boys.  I am also an almost empty-nester.  This means I have lived with only guys for twenty-eight years.   It also means that at our house the toilet seat is never down.


So, anyway, I’ve decided to post, from time to time, some of the limited “wisdom” I’ve gleaned from living in a world of males.  But, even if you’re a mom to girls, I invite you to stick with me, because we mothers shape the outlook of our children.  And daughters learn their basic attitude toward guys from their moms.  And, as you know, God gave us females a ton of influence over males! 


Today, I’d like to give a little overview of what having a son means, starting at the very beginning.  That’s why this is for young brides too.  Come, let’s daydream…


A Dream About You…

Veiled and arrayed in a gown of lily white, you wait, breathless, for the music to signal your walk down the aisle.  At the altar, with his eyes locked in your direction, stands the man of your dreams.  Who would ever believe two people could love each other so much.  But it’s true.  And this time it’s you!


The scene fades momentarily and then refocuses.


This time your gown is pale green.  Hospital garb.  And your whole body is trembling.  You lift your head to gaze at the squalling miracle just placed on your belly, and you cradle him in your arms.  Who would ever believe a woman could love another guy so much.  But it’s true.  And this time it’s you.


Again the scene dissolves.  It comes back to reveal a room softly illuminated by a night-light.


You’re wearing a gown again.  This time it’s a pink print with small rosebuds.  And it’s flannel.  You shuffle over to the bunk bed, reach out and touch his brow.  The fever has broken.  You sink down on the chair in the corner and release silent tears of relief.  Who would ever believe a son could command such a vigilance of love.  But it’s true.  And this time it’s you.


The picture closes once more, and then snaps back, bright and clear.


He’s wearing a gown of royal blue; a matching blue and silver tassel dangles from his cap.  School colors.  He strides across the platform, shakes hands with dignitaries and descends the steps, diploma in hand.  At the reception, joy radiates from his face as he bounds in your direction for a mother-son hug.  But he never makes it.  A young lady intersects his path and grabs his hand.  Who would ever believe two women could love the same guy so much.  But it’s true.  And this time . . . she takes him away . . . from you.


This was only a daydream.  An imaginary visit into the heart of a mother, though someday it could very well be you.                                                                      ~~~~


Of course there’s a moral to this story, and I’ll post mine in a few days, but I’d love to hear your spin on it first. 


(This is an excerpt from my book, “Secrets About Guys (that shouldn’t be secret),” released by Standard Publishing.  Have to mention that it’s copyrighted…as are my blog posts.)